(feat. Willie Stubz)



Magnum!



[Juju]

My glock will make the whole fucking block rumble

Y'all niggaz need to watch who you approach in this jungle

See I ain't even got a pot to piss, watchin you homo niggaz pop that Crys

Drop by me hangin out that rich

See if a nigga don't chop it off

Y'all niggaz talk too much shit, y'all need to knock it off

Catch your mom comin off of the train

Put an ice-pick in the back of her brain, its that plain

I want everything or nothing at all

Give your (smash) a whatcha-ma-call

I give love when I shop at the mall

They always at your throat or down at your feet

Always actin like something is sweet

You don't know me homey

I'm lifeless, always gettin caught in a crisis

The only way out now is to write this

Everybody kiss my ass, cause I'm only flying business class

So if you can't afford it nigga, don't ask



If it ain't Psycho, its Juju, and if it ain't Juju it's Psycho

Who's comin' wit tha shit now!

If it ain't Juju, its Psycho, and if it ain't Psycho it's Juju

Who's comin' wit tha shit now!



[Psycho Les]

Ayo, niggaz wanna ban me like dice play

So I grab my nuts and tell 'em have a nice day

They wanna hate on me all day, talk shit like its okay

And my reply is no way Jose

You poppin so much 'dro I'm bout to say olay

We drop the illest joints, that gets no play

All these industry cats, can't stop the funk

So hit the deck when I turn this up and pop the trunk

And circulate, the state, like a trolly-car

And peep the party, people's hands up like volley-ball

It's Big Psych, makin big money stacks

Retaliate on you funny cats wit murder tracks



Like if it ain't Psycho, its Juju, and if it ain't Juju it's Psycho

Who's comin' wit tha shit now!

If it ain't Juju, its Psycho, and if it ain't Psycho it's Juju

Who's comin' wit tha shit now!



[Willie Stubz]

Head bob to the beat, put some rocks at your feet

On the block with a fleet, bass rattles the concrete

Spit heat like the summer, let it clap like thunder

I'm always in and out of the hood, politicin what's good

Let my pen write on paper, party in the skyscraper

Who's the amazing, Willie Stubz blazin the hazin

Hot like the mutha fuckin hell that I be raising

Pimp shorty short be like please don't deport me

My life story's well, I'm just out to get the glory

Three heavy-weights, on the tripple-beam

Its seems don't every pre-judge

They finally decompose in the mud

Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz

Hoping for the new shit, exclusive we bombin

Killer instincts alarming now who the fuck you harming

We formin like the five boroughs, this joints thorough

Officials that's why we gonna shine like crystal (bling)



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Who's comin' wit tha shit now! [repeated]